Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World-Chapter 611: Hitting Heaven Part 1

'That was good.'

Reign flexed his waist, standing over the divine beast that lay panting on the ground.

They were too exhausted to move, and he didn't bother offering any words of comfort.

To him, they were nothing more than tools to be used.

In fact, they should consider themselves lucky he didn't just kill and eat them.

"Stop wasting time and go back to my body," he commanded.

They reluctantly looked at him, silently pleading for some courtesy after thoroughly enjoyed their bodies, but there was no warmth in his eyes.

What was worse was that they had fallen for his rough play. They had grown used to it—so much so that they now found him irresistible.

They would be lying if they said they hadn't enjoyed it, too.

Without another word, they vanished, turning into tattoos on his skin.

THUD!

Anna returned after seeing that he finished indulging himself in pleasure.

She approached him slowly, her eyes filled with possessiveness.

Pressing its nose against his skin, it sniffed him thoroughly before running her tongue over his body.

Each lick was firm , as if trying to erase every trace of the other women.

Reign just let her be, until she reach his manhood where she started sucking hard. He didn't resist. He knew this was what she needed.

The need to erase any trace of the others, to make him solely hers in the most intimate way possible.

He felt his body responding, his cock growing harder despite the recent exertion, the musky flavor of the other women lingering on his skin acting as an aphrodisiac rather than a deterrent.

"You're so cute when you're acting like that." He groaned, his hips jerking involuntarily.

She didn't stop there, though. She lapped at his shaft, her tongue swirling around the head before moving down to his balls, her saliva mixing with his semen.

The sensation was overwhelming, his nerve endings singing with pleasure and pain as she thoroughly cleaned him, her eyes never leaving his.

Finally, she leaned back, her mouth a satisfied smile as she swallowed the last of his hot seed.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, licking her lips. "Now, you're all clean."

Reign chuckled wickedly and patted her head .

"Good girl. You really know your place. Keep that up, and I might just keep you around a little longer."

Anna was thrilled. Her face warmed up, and a big smile spread across her lips. If she had a tail, it would be wagging like crazy.

She knew that he didn't see women as real people.

To him, they were nothing more than playthings, tools to use and discard at will.

If she wanted to get his favor—no, if she wanted to stay by his side—she had to play her role perfectly.

Acting obedient and submissive was the only way to avoid being tossed aside like the others.

Every word, every action had to be carefully measured.

If she showed too much resistance, he would lose interest.

If she acted too eager, he might see her as desperate and weak.

Balancing between the two was the key. She had to make herself useful, enjoyable, but never demanding.

"I'm going to Heaven, and you're too weak, so stay here until I get back," he instructed.

Anna's smile faltered for a brief moment, but she quickly forced it back. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides as she lowered her head.

Forcing herself to stay composed, she nodded.

"I will wait for you." she said softly, masking her disappointment.

As he turned away, her nails dug into her palms.

She hated feeling useless, but if proving herself meant waiting, then she would endure it.

SWOOOSH!

Reign took off, his body glowing gold as he shot into the sky.

The clouds parted in his wake, swirling violently.

In an instant, he became pure light, piercing through the heavens and vanishing from sight.

As he ascended, a strange sensation washed over him—like breaking through an invisible barrier.

The air around him changed, and suddenly, he found himself in a realm unlike any other.

Endless clouds stretched in every direction, moving like waves on a vast ocean.

"Wow, this place doesn't look like it's at war at all," he chuckled to himself.

Scanning the vast sky, he spotted a small floating city and decided to land.

As he descended, the place came into clearer view—grand structures of marble and gold, streets lined with glowing crystals, and beings of light moving about as if untouched by the chaos below.

It was almost too peaceful, too quite for a place supposedly at war.

Before he reached it, though, a golden barrier emerged , stopping him in his tracks. The force of it surged through his body, pushing him back.

Just as he was about to find a way in, a barrage of golden beams shot toward him.

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They were too fast to take lightly. He had no choice but to dodge.

Twisting his body in midair, he weaved through the attacks, each beam barely missing him.

Fortunately, his speed gave him the edge, allowing him to outmaneuver everything they threw at him.

The sky lit up with flashes of light as the city defense system kept firing, but no matter how many times they tried, he stayed one step ahead.

"That's it," he muttered, spotting a gap in the formation.

SWOOOOSH!

He transformed into a streak of light, shooting forward like a comet.

The barrier was far stronger than the one in the demon capital, but that didn't matter.

Upon contact, cracks spiderwebbed across the shimmering wall. It held for barely a second before shattering like glass.

Below, the angels reacted instantly, wings flaring as they rushed upward to intercept him..

Reign's eyes widened, a wicked grin forming on his face.

This was exactly what he wanted—a fight.

"Come on! Don't make it boring for me!" he roared manically.

Right now, he wanted to fight using only divine energy—to improve and grow accustomed to it.

If the angels knew what he was thinking, they'd probably curse him for his arrogance—treating them like glorified punching bags.

But the second he moved, all those complaints vanished.

Now, it was time to remind everyone why Reign of Terror wasn't just a flashy nickname.